Recharging inner batteries, finding my way through the maze of life.
Falling at times, but always getting up - at least for now.
Thinking there'll be a time in the near future when I'll lie down and be done with it all.
Fragrantly sensing heaven's gardens, no longer waiting, walking down rose paths in lights of bluened illumination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem